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COPYRIGM r. 1905 
BY 

LAURA B. PAYNE 



Let peace and love thy life control, 
And brood like doves above thy soul. 
Until its symphonies unroll, 
Re-echoing songs of heaven. 
Embrace today to hope and pray; 
Let cares go on with yesterday — 
Sunshine and joy be thine alway. 



MEMORIES AND HOPE 



I watch the leaves of autumn 

As slowly down they fall, 
And they make me think of a vanished form 

Now gone beyond recall. 

I watch the Spring day flowers 

And hear the bird notes sung, 
And think of one I learned to love 

When the Spring was fair and young. 

I walk the streets, times often 

Alone mid the busy throng, 
And peer into each eager face 

As it swiftly moves along; 

Aye, scan their anxious faces, 

I know not hardly why; 
But it seems as if I might see him 

Among the passers-by. 

Sometimes in field or woodland 

I think alone to roam. 
And hold communion with my God 

Beneath fair Nature's dome; 

But with the swaying breezes. 
And the brooklet's murmuring tone. 

There comes a voice that seems to say, 
"Think not you are alone." 

Sometimes I watch the dancers 
As they move to music's chime. 

And I catch a glimpse of a face most dear, 
I knew in a former time. 



That sets my pulses thrilling, 

And dizzy turns my head; 
But, then, I know it is not he, 

For they tell me he is dead. 

Yet the likeness sets me thinking 

Of a ballroom in the past, 
Where we whirled through the mazy dance 

In bliss too sweet to last. 

To church sometimes on Sundays 

1 take my weary way. 
To hear the organ's solemn notes, 

And with the people pray; 

Then, while the mighty anthems 

Make saddest souls rejoice, 
I listen, for it seems to me 

I hear a well-known voice. 

Sometimes around the old hearthstone 

We meet at Christmastide — 
The brothers, sisters, parents, all 

Now scattered far and wide, 

And always when I look around 

Upon that circle gay 
My heart aches at the vacant seat 

By me on Christmas day. 

Sometime I'll cross the river, 

And join the mighty throng, 
And help them sing the chorus 

In accents sweet and strong; 

And when the organ's pealing. 

My soul will then rejoice; 
For I shall not be mistaken — 

I know I'll hear your voice. 



And some time over yonder 
We'll meet at Christmastide 

The children and the parents 
And loved ones true and tried; 

And in that family circle 
There'll be no vacant seat; 

No hearts wrill then be aching, 
For life will be complete. 



ALL THINGS FOR THE BEST 



I believe in the power of right to conquer wrong. 
In the potency of prayer, thanksgiving and song. 
That the Springtime waiteth nigh, tho' Winter lingers 
long, 
And each grief finds consolation. 

I know there is a power allwise, omnipotent. 
Who holds within His hands the reins of government. 
Administering the laws of reward and punishment, 
Of just dues and compensation. 

All things for righteousness and justice make. 
Or else the universe is one supreme mistake. 
And on its reefs each struggling soul will break 
To ruin and destruction. 

But the inner self will not, cannot, have it, so 
It marches on to weal and not to woe. 
The beneficence of love to win and to bestow. 
The glory of all life revealing. 



THE DEATH IN THE COTTAGE 



I passed by the door of a cottage 

Where a woman lay dying, they said. 
Of a fever brought on bj^ starvation 

While not able to work for her bread. 
Three children sat weeping beside her — 

Pale, pinched little faces they bore, 
And tatters and rags soiled and grimy 

Were the clothing the little things wore. 

'Tis said that grim Death, the much-dreaded, 

Comes alike to the rich and the poor. 
That all with his gloom is enshrouded 

Wherever he enters the door; 
But wealth robes its corpse in fine raiment 

And ladens with flowers the rich tomb, 
While poverty wraps a coarse mantle 

And buries wherever there's room. 

A few people stopped by the doorway 

And looked on the sorrowful scene. 
With grief tugging hard at their heartstrings, 

For all are not hardened and mean, 
And some seemed anxious to aid her 

As stifled and short grew her breath. 
Ah, how we are touched and softened 

In the terrible presence of death! 

1 thought as I stopped and pondered 

This last and most pitiful scene 
In the miserable life of a woman, 

Of all that it really did mean. 
It means there are hundreds, aye, thousands, 

No matter how much they may try. 
Who cannot afford here a being. 

Neither can they afford to die. 



Not able to work, they told me; 

Belonged to no order, she'd said; 
Not able to pay the dues monthly. 

And the husband and father was dead. 
The groceryman and the landlord 

Had worried her with their bills 
Until she had grown unconscious, 

For this is the grief that kills. 

Oh, where will they lay her poor body? 

Who'll plant a sweet flower on her grave, 
And who will reach out a hand kindly 

Her three little children to save? 
O God! if it be that the angels 

O'er the earth their kind vigils keep, 
Methinks that such scenes by them witnessed 

Would cause even angels to weep. 



How long, O how long, I do wonder. 

Will a system so foul still obtain 
That makes him or her the earth's chosen 

Who only full coffers can gain; 
That gives to the few all the houses, 

The silver, the gold and the lands. 
And turns out the millions as paupers. 

To sink in life's awful quicksands? 

A system that's founded on hatred. 

That makes every brother a foe; 
And kindles the fires of hell's kingdom 

In this beautiful world below; 
That leaves to starvation a sister 

Like her of whom we have said 
Lay dying within a poor cottage. 

While her children were famished for bread? 

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I WILL 



When the day is dark and the ch)iuls liang low, 

Declare to yourself, I will. 
When look where you may, you bcliold the foe, 

Just boldly assert, I will. 
For away out yonder is stationed your goal; 

The path to it climbs the hill. 
Yet nothing can keep that goal from you 

If only you say, I will. 

Tiie man is lost who will say, I can't. 

That word is a weight on his soul. 
It weakens his nature, dwarfs his will 

And stands between him and his goal; 
But he who aftirms without fear of defeat 

That his purposes shall not fail 
Will find that the clouds will disappear 

And his ship will weather the gale. 

The mountain he thought loomed up so high 

Was only a little hill, 
And the terrors that made his heart afraid 

Had vanished before his will. 
Sc reach your hand, if your cause is just, 

To Him who has power to fulfill 
Every wish of yours, and bring your own 

To accord with His infinite will. 



A WOMAN'S PRAYER 



A woman pale, at close of day, 

Knelt where a dying baby lay. 

And prayed to God to spare her child 



From hunger's torture fierce and wild. 
O Christ, thou who didst love the poor, 
Come near, I pray, my humble door; 
Thou who didst make the water wine, 
Ftom fish and loaf bid thousands dine, 
Give bread this day to me and mine. 

For days and days my weary feet 

Have trudged about from street to street, 

Where I have begged for work, not bread, 

Until my heart sank down like lead. 

And oft I wished that I were dead. 

A hundred times the angry frown 

Of employer has cast me down. 

And empty-handed, sick and sore 

I've sought again iny hovel door. 

Fve seen my children, once so hale. 
From want of food grow thin and pale. 
And now, as fades the waning light. 
My darling's soul goes home tonight. 
O God, is it for this we're born, 
To tread the winepress, sad, forlorn. 
And in a land of greed and gold 
Starve as the felons did of old? 

There is no famine in the land; 
Vast riches from thy loving hand 
Are poured out lavishly each day, 
Yet he must want who cannot pay. 
Pay who? Not Thee, O Lord, not Thee. 
Are not Thy bounties full and free? 
Pay those who claim the land and gold. 
While millions of Thy children slave 
Or beg for that Thou freely gave. 

They saj' this is a Christian land. 

And church spires rise up tall and grand, 



While hosts of people meet to pray 
And praise Thee every Sabbath day. 
Yet e'en within the sacred shade 
Of chapel dome dire want is laid 
With viselike grip on youth and age, 
Until we find our printed page 
Becomes a record sheet of crime, 
Despite Thj' life and words sublime. 

O God! if it be true that right 
Shall triumph and at last make might, 
Then let earth's wrongs be swept awaj' 
And righteousness shine in like day. 
Forbid that ere the sun should rise 
On starving babes and weeping eyes, 
Where mothers, bent with aching head, 
Beg for a chance to toil for bread. 
While greed shuts up his shriveled soul 
And takes the world in full control. 

Thus Christian mothers kneel and pray, 
While misery gnaws the heart away, 
And travesties on Christian love 
Make angels weep who watch above. 
But lift your eyes, O child of earth! 
For righteousness hath here had birth. 
And nature from her thousand hills 
Cries out against all human ills; 
With gentle speech she'll check each sigh 
And wipe the tears from every eye; 
Soothe every pain, drive out all care, 
And answer every heartfelt prayer. 



TODAY 



Ee happy today while the sky is bright 

And the birds are singing with cheerful delight. 

Let the smiles of contentment your face adorn, 

For the world is too full of the sad and forlorn. 

Let songs of rejoicing pour forth from your soul 

And symphonies grand ever heavenward roll. 

Chant not a dirge as you journey along, 

But make the world ring with life's beautiful song. 

Be generous today with j^our love and gold, 
While the suffering millions of young and old 
Are reaching their eager hands for bread 
And sighing for words that are never said; 
Words of affection and sweet tenderness, 
Touches of hands in the gentle caress; 
Give, oh, give freely these gems of great worth. 
Of which this old world has had so much dearth. 

Bo gentle today with the wayworn and sad, 
Who footsore and weary, hungry and halfclad, 
Come timidly knocking upon your back door, 
Begging even the crumbs from your dining-room floor. 
Remember they're human, they suffer and feel 
Pangs which perhaps they now seek to conceal. 

Grieve not for the heathen in faraway lands, 
Among China's millions or on Afric's hot sands, 
But in sympathy sweet, oh, list to the plaint 
Or the one at your door, be he sinner or saint, 
And do not withhold the crust nor the cup, 
But bid him come in to rest and to sup. 

Be hopeful today for the final success 

Of the good in the world to conquer distress; 



For if it be true tliat our thouglits are tliiugs, 

Then let them bear out on their snowy white wings 

Rich burdens of love and hope and delight, 

That will bring back the fruit on their homeward flight, 

To brighten earth's hills and desolate plains 

And fill all the land with love's peaceful refrains. 

Then let us be happy today and try 

To live for the now, not the bye and bye. 

For if in life's drama we act our part well 

We need have no fears of the torments of hell. 

Today is the day of salvation, oh, friend. 

The day to do right, the day to amend. 

The day to find heaven about you lying, 

To know that you're saved without waiting or dying. 

The day to commune with the saints over there, 

The day you may realize answer to prayer, 

The great day of judgment when sentence is passed 

And the sheep and the goats appear in contrast; 

The day that the soul may find happy release 

And rejoice in a heaven of infinite peace, 

By casting out sorrow, Satan and sin. 

And bidding pure love rule the kingdom within. 



IN THE VALLEY OF SHADOWS 



I went down the Valley of Shadows, 

Where the darkness of sickness lay. 
The sun seemed hid by the mountains, 

And I thought it would never come day. 
Thick forests and marshy swamplands 

Spread round me on every side, 
Where I felt as if venomous reptiles 

In dark recesses might hide. 



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But is this all 1 saw in the valley? 

Ah, no! strange lights beamed round me ofttimes 
And I saw, instead of this region 

Most healthful and beautiful climes. 
The lights seemed to come from the ocean 

Of radiant, infinite light. 
And for a few moments would scatter 

The clouds of that hideous night. 

And in that Valley of Shadows 

I found I was never alone. 
For oft when the way was darkest, 

My loved ones who long had been gone 
Would come forth out of the stillness 

And silently walk by my side. 
We talked, but our language was voiceless 

As thoughts on life's limitless tide. 

I never had known till that journey 

Down into the Valley of Death, 
Where the fever gripped my vitals — 

Almost stilled my heated breath- 
How close they lie together — 

This world and that one there- 
How the shadows that darken this one 

Burst forth into beauty there. 

So closely lie these countries, 

And so nearly are they one. 
That when I walked in silence 

That vale without a sun, 
My kindred souls from both worlds 

Most sweet communion found 
As they worked and prayed together 

On one common meeting ground. 

They have borne me from the Valley, 
On the golden waves of Love, 

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Ami I thank mj- blessed angels — 
Those on earth and those above. 

But I know they dwell together 
Where the two worlds interblend. 

And upon love's shining ladder 
Everlastingly ascend. 



MEDITATION 



1 know that as long as I live 

In this land where the teardrops flow 
That angels will hold my hand 

In my wanderings to and fro— 
That no day can be so dark 

But a light on me will fall; 
No night so full of pain 

But that love will sweeten all. 

Though the road be strewn with thorns 

Over which my feet must tread, 
And the goal of my earthly life 

Seems the earning of daily bread; 
Yet the thorns will wither away, 

And roses for me will bloom, 
And above earth's sordid gains 

The goal of my quest will loom. 

Earth has no sorrow so great 

As to crush me with utter despair; 
No burden it can impose 

That I am unable to bear; 
For I know that my bark must touch 

Every dark or shimmering shore — 
Must learn to anchor safe, 

Be calm mid its breakers' roar. 



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And e'en when I tread the vale 

Where death leads down to the grave, 
Wth joy I shall hail that day, 

And palms of victory wave; 
For I know that the waves of life 

On a fairer shore will break 
When I lay this body down 

And to heavenly splendor wake. 

O God! let me thank Thee now 

For the lessons of the past; 
For the long and rugged road 

Now winding home at last 
Among the peace crowned heights 

Where flowers forever bloom 
And songs of gladness ring, 

Dispelling fear and gloom. 



TRUSTING 



When winds and waves are raging 

Through every threadbare sail. 
And my bark seems all unlikely 

To stem the awful gale, 
I drop my oars, am quiet, 

And say: Let come what will. 
All safe in the arms Infinite, 

I know I'll be resting still. 

E'en though my boat is stranded 
And the wild waves dash me o'er, 

I yet shall make my moorings 
Upon some fairer shore; 

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Or if the worlds should crumble 

And back to chaos fall 
Serene, unhurt, undaunted, 

I would triumph over all. 

No matter where I wander — 

On desert land or sea, 
Oi out and on for ages, 

In the blue immensity, 
I shall not be lost nor injured, 

For the Father's hand will guide, 
And within the love unfailing 

I must evermore abide. 

For since I'm part and parcel 

Of the great Eternal Whole, 
I'd as soon think God could perish 

As that I could lose my soul; 
Or that height or depth or distance 

Or any powers that be 
Could intercept the current 

That bears my own to me. 

The hand that guides the wild bird 

Through trackless seas of air 
To fields in sunny South lands 

With matchless love and care 
I know will guide my footsteps 

In paths that are the best 
In the only royal highway 

To regions of the blest. 



THE SOUL KNOWETH ITS OWN 



I knew you when I met you — 
Recognized your soul-lit face, 

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And the form — tall, straight and supple, 
With its slender, manly grace. 

Had you been already wedded 
By ten thousand earthly ties, 

Yet my soul would hold and claim you 
For its own in paradise. 

As the maiden by the seaside 

Looks out o'er the tossing main 
For the longed-for ship's returning, 

That would bring her loved again, 
Sc I've looked across life's desert — 

'Cross its surging, restless sea. 
For the ship of sea or desert 

That would bring my own to me. 

In my dreams I've stood beside you 

On the sun-kissed hills of life, 
Left all earthly cares behind me, 

All the world's unfriendly strife, 
And our souls have interblended 

In a sweet, entrancing bliss! 
In a union blessed by angels 

"In one grand eternal kiss." 

Today my soul's prophetic vision 

Scans the realms of time and space, 
Showing me that way out yonder 

I shall meet you face to face; 
That you'll know me at that meeting 

By the joys of other days. 
When we roamed in bliss together 

Through the long Olamic days. 

Lonely through earth life I've wandered, 
And I thought you had not come 

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Down from those bright fields Elysian, 
Through this saddened life to roam; 

And my heart had grown so senseless 
To the pleading tone of love 

That I feared it ne'er would waken 
Tho' you called me from above. 

But, ah me! when first I saw you, 

How my heart stood still with joy! 
And I realized the power 

Of a love time can't destroy; 
Then I knew my soul was chastened 

By the mighty fires of love; 
That God's hand had sealed our union 

At an altar high above. 

In the grand eternal future 

You shall know me as your own; 
And may read the runic record 

When your cares away are thrown, 
Of two lives in one life blended 

By the mighty powers that be, 
And j'ou'll love me, aye, and call me 

As my soul calleth now for thee. 

Out o'er hill and dale and mountain 

Steals my soul away tonight, 
Seeking through the mists and shadows, 

Through the darkness and the light, 
For its own, for thee, beloved, 

Since no force hath power to keep 
Soul from unto soul low calling, 

"Deep from answering unto deep." 

All the sounds of sweet sad music. 
That so oft my soul o'erflow, 

Are the memories of the age-long 
Life with you where radiant glow 

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Gems of purest thought and music, 
'Alongst the scenes ot angel land, 

Where we'll wander yet, my darling, 
Heart to heart and hand in hand. 



THE WAYFARER'S QUERY 



O. what is the meaning of life, 
With its endless routine of strife, 
Its hopes and fears, 
Disappointments and tears, 
O what is the meaning of life. 
The soul, how it sighs and sings! 
Like a harp of ten thousand strings, 
Like the moan of the sea 
Or the rain on the lea, 
The saddest of all sad things. 

How we long always to be glad. 

Yet oftenest we are sad; 

For the joys that we crave 

We are given a grave 

With its heap of fresh dirt and a slab. 

And, O how we long for love! 
'Jhe completeness of life to prove; 
How we stretch our hands 
'Cross the weary lands 
tor the joys of the angels above! 

Then tell me, O sage, if you can. 

The why of life's intricate plan. 

The sensitive soul. 

O, its mysteries unroll; 

Explain them, O sage, if you can. 



A PICTURE OF FARM LIFE 



I can never quite get over 

Bein' raised upon a farm. 
And around that old log farmhouse 

There lingers many a charm; 
So when the days grow shorter 

And a chill gets in the air, 
I kinder have a longin' 

And a wishin' I was there. 

I can ne'er forget my father 

When we lived on the farm, 
And I trudged to the schoolhouse — 

(That schoolhouse has a charm). 
Kow, when the day was rainy, 

Or it snowed, I'd see 'im come 
A-gallopin' on Jacob, 

Our horse, to take me home. 

Then when the day was ended. 

And the teacher turned us out, 
We'd grab our shawls and buckets, 

Play tag, and sing and shout. 
Until I'd hear my father 

Say: "Laura, come, let's go." 
Then with me up behind him 

We'd go boundin' o'er the snow. 

And when the horse went faster 

My father'd reach his arm 
Right back and hold me to him 

All the way out to the farm, 
And ne'er have I felt safer 

From fallin' or from harm. 
Than when my father held me 

With his strong and lovin' arm. 

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And then those winter evenin's — 

The supper and the games; 
The marks made in the ashes 

And called our sweethearts" names; 
The tales told 'round the fireside, 

The apples thawin' there. 
The crackin' nuts and laughter. 

Are remembrances most dear. 

The Springtime with its flowers, 

Its openin' buds and trees. 
The Summer with its wheatfields. 

Its clover and its bees; 
A.nd then the Autumn golden. 

When apple, peach and pear. 
Hung temptingl}^ above us, 

In abundance rich and rare. 

These, and a thousand others 

Are the blessin's and the charms 
That meet and greet the children. 

Who are raised upon the farms. 
They're healthy and they're happy. 

Their cheeks are full and pink; 
Their minds are strong and active; 

They have the power to think. 

No, I never can get over 

Bein' raised upon a farm; 
And, if I had it in my power — 

I'm sure 'twould do no harm — 
I'd gather all poor children 

VHio in cities now reside. 
And o'er this broad, fair country 

Would scatter far and wide. 

I'd take these millions acres 
And turn 'em into farms. 



With houses neat and roomy. 
With horses, sheds and barns, 

With implements for farmin', 
And men to till the land. 

That all who lived upon them 
Great plenty could command. 

Then all the sufFerin' millions. 

Of homeless and distressed, 
Now crowded in large cities, 

Pale, sickly and oppressed; 
I'd snatch from out those hovels 

Where hopelessly they dwell. 
To fill these homes of comfort 

And happiness compel. 

"Twould do me good to see 'em 

Standin' out among the trees, 
Where the bobolinks were singin', 

Where they'd feel the balmy breeze; 
Where the sun could shine upon 'em 

And each day bring forth its charm. 
Oh, there's nothin' else like growin' 

Up from childhood on the farm. 

Whether in the cot or palace, 

Wheresoe'er my footsteps roam, 
'Mid life's scenes of joy or sorrow. 

Comes a memory of that home. 
And I know when these reflections 

Bring their sweet and sacred charm, 
I can never quite get over 

Bein' raised upon a farm. 



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ROBBIE AND JIM 



It was Thanksgiving Day in the morning. 

The ground was all covered with sleet, 
And two little children were standing 

Halfclad in the slippery street. 
Their faces were pinched and haggard; 

Their figures were dwarfed by the cold, 
And, while they in years were but children, 

Each visage looked careworn and old. 

"T should like to eat dinner in that house," 

Said Robbie to poor little Jim, 
A? he pointed toward a grand mansion 

With a finger all bony and slim; 
"I know they'll have turkey and good things, 

'Cause yesterday evenin' quite late 
I saw them a-bringin' the things in 

As I waited beside the back gate. 

"I was hungry and cold, and 'twas rainin'. 

My papers hung here at my side, 
For I felt too tired to sell 'em, 

And so all the day had not tried. 
A lady came where I was standin' 

And told me to run on away, 
But I said: 'Please, ma'am, I'm hungry; 

I've had nothing to eat this whole day. 

" 'Oh, will you not give me a penny 

To buy just a morsel of bread. 
For there's no one to love and feed me 

Since dear pretty mamma is dead?' 
But she said: 'Go 'long away with you! 

I've nothing for beggars tonight.' 

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So then I crept home and found yon, Jim, 
And slept till the broad daylight." 

"Robbie," spt)ke Jim, with a gesture, 

"I can remember quite well 
When papa and mamma were livin' 

We had things awfully swell! 
We lived in a neat pretty cottage, 

Right up in the best of the town. 
And our Thanksgivin' dinner, I tell you, 

Was always done up brown. 

"Then my papa somehow got to drinkin' 

And soon our nice dwellin' was gone, 
While all our silver and jewelry 

My mamma had to pawn. 
One night they came carryin' papa 

All bleedin' and pale from a wound. 
He died and then was buried 

Way down in the cold damp ground. 

"Then my mamma took to pinin'. 

Or that's what the neighbors said, 
And one morn when I went to kiss her 

She was dreadfully pale; yes, dead! 
And while the snowdrops were fallin' 

And the wind was a goin' oo, oo! 
They took her off to the graveyard 

And buried her away, too. 

"Since then I've been selling papers 

And runnin' on errands for bread. 
But many's the time, dear Robbie, 

I've gone hungry and cold to my bed. 
And I was so lonely at night time 

That I called for poor mamma, tho' dead. 
Until I found you in the street there 

And asked you to sleep in my bed. 

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"Now, just see here what I've been savin' 

(Holding out a purse greasy and slim), 
All to buy a Thanksgivin' dinner 

For poor little Robbie and Jim. 
Of course, they'll have turkey and good things 

In that big, fine house 'cross the street, 
But think, we'll have salted peanuts 

And popcorn, just all we can eat. 

"And if we have enough money 

We'll call for a piece of mince pie. 
Come, Robbie, and let us be goin'. 

Won't that be a-livin' high?" 
And his partner in sickness and hunger 

He seized and hurried away. 
To the joys so long anticipated. 

Of a dinner on Thanksgiving Day. 

Now, the story of these little children 

Is the story of human life— 
A tale of troubles and heartaches. 

Of struggles in earth's weary strife. 
The woman within the grand mansion 

Represents that class who today 
Oppress and defraud the masses. 

And then hypocritically pray 

That God will have mercy on them, 

And save them from Satan and Sin 
And open the doors of His kingdom 

To let the poor suflferers in. 
But the Christ lifted up the fallen. 

And healed the lame and the blind, 
And taught the wonderful lessons 

Of how to heal body and mind. 

He reached out his hand to the children. 
Bidding them to be happy and whole, 

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And said: "Of sucli is tlie Kingdom 
Of Heaven," the infolded soul. 

In this world there are many urchins 
Like poor little Robbie and Jim, 

But does anyone think to liken 
The Kingdom of Heaven to them? 



LOVE 



O Love divine, from portals high 

Descend on us this day; 
Light up our pathway here below 

With thy transcendent ray; 
Baptize us with the rainbow hues 

That bathe fair Heaven's dome, 
And wreathe thy richest garlands round 

Our country and our home. 

For what were life without 

Thy sweet, entrancing, soothing balm. 
What else but thee could compensate 

The soul for griefs that come, 
And storms that sweep in maddening rag 

Our trembling being o'er. 
Leaving the wreckage tossed and strewn 

Upon a barren shore? 

For when the soul is tempest tossed 

Amid the breakers' roar, 
'Tis Love points out the beacon lights 

Along the distant shore. 
Love whispers hope, "Hope sees a star," 

E'en when the mists are low, 
And casts the sunshine on the cloud 

Where smiles the welcome bow. 



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And "listening Love" hath caught the sound 

Of angels' rustling wings, 
And looks across the chasm of death, 

Beyond earth's troublous things, 
And sees again the golden chain 

Of sympathy sublime. 
Binding in one all kindred souls. 

Eternity and time. 

For height, nor depth, nor space, nor time, 

Nor any powers that be, 
Can separate the souls that love 

Or keep thine own from thee. 
Amid the eternal ways we stand 

Where tempests fret and moan. 
Rut e'en through death or what may come, 

The soul shall claim its own. 



LIBERTY 



O Liberty! peace crowned and beautiful. 

Fairest goddess conceived by mortal mind. 

Or fashioned by human hand; 

Standing where the waves triumphant lash the shore. 

Thy light doth shine on sea and land forevermore. 

Liberty, fairest gem in earth's bright galaxy! 

In all the ages men have dreamed of thee. 

And longed to clasp thee in a close embrace, 

But ever hast thou held aloof from earth. 

Waiting for a grander, nobler race to have its birth. 

O Goddess fair! most holy and prophetic 
Are the gleams that flash and stream 
From the torch in thy majestic hand; 

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For promises arc llioy that thou shalt one briylit day 
Come to this greed-cursed land, forevermore to stay. 

Blest Liberty! when thou shalt reign triumphant, 
Woman and man shall both be free — 
Iv.one shall e'er more bear the name of slave, 
And this the land of freedom's noble fame, 
Shall be worthy its most illustrious name. 



MY CASTLE 



T built a castle grand and fair, 
Whose turrets gleamed high in the air. 
Then fancy on her shining wings 
Bore me away in search of things 
With which to decorate its walls, 
And folks to promenade its halls. 
I brought all that I held most dear, 
M}' sad and lonely heart to cheer, 
Placed him I loved upon its throne. 
And called it all my very own. 

One night there came an awful gale, 
While we, all trembling, scared and pale. 
Knelt down and tried to pray and trust 
In God, and perish if we must. 
And when 'twas o'er, my house, I found, 
Was torn and tumbled to the groimd; 
My idols all had found a tomb 
Beneath its ruin, wreck and gloom. 

"Mourn not thy castle in the air," 
A voice spoke from I know not where. 
"Its walls were frail and could not stand 
The storms that blow o'er this strange land. 

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Take up the burden at thy door, 
Toil on and count thyself not poor, 
And when thou comest to yon bright hill 
Rapture and joy thy soul shall fill." 

1 said then I shall cease to build. 
Be passive where before I've willed, 
And let supernal love suggest 
That which for me will be the best. 
O God! I cannot stand alone! 
There's nothing that is all my own, 
I'm part of one great Over Soul 
Who doth my destiny control. 

Then lo! upon a hill-crest bright. 
Loomed a castle grand and white. 
And the voice spoke gently as before, 
Saying; "This shall stand forevermore. 
Its marble walls and chambers vast 
Were fashioned in the eternal past. 
And all that round thy soul doth cling, 
To this fair temple thou shalt bring. 
The house of air, see why it fell? 
That thou shouldst come to this to dwell.'' 



IT IS COMING 



!!■ is coming, it is coming! 

I can sense it in the air. 
Hear it like the distant thunder 

Rumbling, grumbling everywhere. 
'Tis the fast-approaching crisis 

Of the question deep and grave, 
'Tis the final grand encounter 

Twixt the master and the slave. 



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Toilers bending 'neath their burdens, 

Giving lifeblood for a crust, 
Strike for better terms and wages. 

Asking never half what's just; 
Then old solid corporation, 

With his millions at command, 
Coolly contemplates their action — 

Knows they'll lose on every hand. 

Then come days of anxious waiting, 

Hungry children cry for bread, 
Men wrought up to desperation 

Vow 'twere better to be dead. 
And the public, long forbearing, 

Suflfer while the war is waged 
'Twixt the money lords and rulers 

And the toilers bound and caged. 

Can they hope to win the battle? 

No! for gold alone is king. 
Labor's arm when 'gainst it pitted 

Falls a weak and helpless thing, 
And the daily press and pulpit. 

Throttled by the powers of gold, 
Give the thrust to honest labor 

And the cause of greed uphold. 

Judging by these object lessons. 

Something soon must come to pass; 
While the world is filled with plenty 

Thousands starve to death, alas! 
\.ill the sturdy, honest-handed 

Millions robbed of hard-earned gains 
I-leekly bow to old wage master 

And submit to wear their chains? 

No! a thousand times, no, never! 

Not while coursing through our veins 

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i^uns the blood that bathed "Old Glory' 

On a thousand battle plains. 
From the factory, mill and workshop, 

From the farm and forge and mine 
We will join the strike for fi^edom 

And will float its grand ensign. 

In one broad phalanx, the people 

Will march forth with certain tread 
And will wrench from corporations 

Their means of earning bread. 
Thus the question will be settled, 

Not with cannon or flintlocks, 
But by peaceful, wise decision, 

At the bloodless ballot box. 



MY CHURCH 



J\Iy church embraces all 

Of this great pulsing world. 

Kvery color, race and tribe, 

Bond and free, rich and poor alike 

Are welcome at its shrine. 

Its altars fair are human hearts. 

From whose sacred fires of love 

Holy incense eternally ascends. 

Its priest is the inner self or soul 

That speaks face to face with God, 

Its holy place where'er you chance to be 

On sea or land, in palace grand or cot. 

Its baptismal fount the mighty sea of love. 

Whose waters must immerse each soul, 

Else it cannot be redeemed. 



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SONGS 



NEVER ALONE 



I'm never alone by day nor by niglit, 

For ever around me are angels of light, 

They brighten my pathway and teach me to do 

The work of the noble, good and the true. 

Chorus — 

Never alone, no never alone, 
Though my pillow may be of down or of stone, 
In my dreams come sweet visions of faces so fair, 
And palaces grand of my home over there. 

Though the days ma}' be darkened by sorrow and pain, 
I ki'ow that the sun will shine soon again, 
For no dav is so dark but they whisper to me 
Of light just beyond, that iny ej'es cannot see. 

Chorus — Never alone, etc. 

They remove from my path every thistle and thorn, 
And with beautiful flowers my pathway adorn; 
They walk by my side with love's banner unfurled. 
As I journey along through this sorrowful world. 

Chorus — Never alone, etc. 



MY FLOWERET 



In the cold damp earth we laid him. 

And left him there alone, 
While the winds that swept the prairies 

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Did moan, and moan, and moan; 
And we wept that one so lovely 

Like the floweret and the leaf, 
Or the rainbow tinted morning 

Should have a life so brief. 

And as 1 turned me homeward 

My heart was sick and sore, 
For I thought a flower had faded 

To bloom, no, nevermore; 
And the wind among the branches 

Sang this requiem o'er and o'er: 
Thou art gone, art gone, my darling, 

I shall see thee nevermore. 

But an angel softly whispered: 

Thy darling is not dead. 
Nor in the far-ofif mansions. 

But with thee now instead; 
And my faint heart caught the whisper 

And it stayed the troubled tide, 
For I knew my sainted baby 

Was standing by my side; 

That the flower so early gathered 

Bloomed on another plain, 
And what had been our own loss 

Was his eternal gain; 
That the floweret was transplanted 

On the bright celestial shore, 
To grow and bloom in beauty 

In God's garden evermore. 



C' Sea of Love, with infinite trust, 

I bathe my soul in thee, 
And know that the law, unfailing and just, 

Will bear my own to me. 

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I KNOW NOT 



I know not what the morrow may bring, 
I may sorrow and weep, or rejoicing may sing; 
But this I do know, that whatever my lot 
I'm a part and power of the Infniite thought. 

Refrain — 

I know not the hour, I know not the day. 

When the angels shall bear my spirit away; 

Yet in earth or in heaven, where'er I may be, 

I'll be drawn to the sphere that's best fitted for me. 

I know not sometimes what course I should take, 
And failures seem scattered along my wake; 
But this I do know, I cannot fall, 
For I rest in the arms of the Infinite All. 

The law that governs the sparrows' flight, 
Denounces the wrong and upholds the right. 
My wandering bark will surely guide 
As I'm tossed upon life's foaming tide. 

I know not if the Master shall say 
Thy work is well done. Come over the way. 
But this I do know, that in doing my best 
I may safely leave to his keeping the rest. 



THE VOICE OF THE SOUL 



I'm told of a country just over the sea, 

A land of perennial bloom, 
Where the soul from all sorrow and pain shall be free. 

Beyond the dark shades of the tomb. 
Where the wayworn of earth may stay and take rest, 

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Where the traveler will reach his goal. 
The city of light in the land of the blest, 
The Jerusalem of the soul. 

Chorus — 
T cannot say if these things be true. 

Mine eyes have not seen them, I own. 
But something within ever whispers to me 

Of joys beyond what I have known. 

Im told of a Father of infinite love, 

Who knows me and answers my prayer, 
And that I can never, no, not if I would, 

Drift out and away from his care; 
That He notices even the sparrow's fall, 

And hears the young raven's cry; 
That nothing is lost to this Infinite All — 

Not even a tear or a sigh. 

Chorus — 
I cannot say if these things be true; 

Mine eyes have not seen Him, I own. 
But my soul reaches up to the fountain of life 

For joys beyond what I have known. 

And so I just rest in the happy belief 

That somehow, sometime and some place, 
My craving of soul will be satisfied. 

Though I never behold His face. 
Then let me come unto His house and be clothed. 

And drink of His rich flowing bowl, 
Oh, let me sit down at the banquet with Him, 

And feed my poor famishing soul. 



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SCHOOL MEMORIES 



'Mong Missouri's rugged Ozarks 

Stands a schoolhouse mean and old, 
Where the leaves in mild October 

Turn to scarlet, brown and gold. 
During months of fall and winter 

Many children gathered there: 
Boys with hearts both brave and loyal, 

Girls with faces fond and fair. 

Chorus — 
C those days so bright and fair! 
How my thoughts still linger there, 
While on memory's page I trace 
One sweet, tender, girlish face. 

When I played or when I studied, 

Sweet brown eyes looked into mine. 
Though my boyish heart was wayward, 

Yet I worshiped at her shrine. 
O the thrill that stirred my being 

As with looks so swift and sly, 
'Cross the room when others saw not 

Flashed love's glance from eye to eye. 

Years have passed, and leaves are falling 

On the old playground today, 
But a face and form have vanished 

From those hills and dales away. 
For the angels took my darling 

Where sweet love is law and rule. 
And she now recites her lessons 

In a higher, better school. 

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In Spirit Land she waits for me, 
Where angels flutter glad and free, 
Time nor change can e'er efface 
The memory of her loving face. 



BABY DONALD 



Oh, Baby Don, since thou hast spoken 

From out the mists, from out the gloom, 
The dismal spell of death is broken 

And golden sunshine gilds the tomb. 
Oh, how I've hungered broken-hearted, 

How searched the space with weary eyes, 
S.'nce by your little bed we parted. 

For a message from beyond the skies. 

I saw your blue eyes closed forever. 

Your pulseless hands clasped on your breast, 
To thrill with life again no never. 

And saw you laid to rest, to rest. 
How your childlike, perfect beauty, 

Pained my overburdened heart, 
As I saw it lowered earthward. 

Back to clay saw it depart. 

But I'm sure my baby liveth. 

I've heard him speak. I've seen his face. 
1 know that God the Father giveth 

Each of His little lambs a place. 
I know that this world simply fadeth 

Out into that that lies beyond — 
Beyond the mists, where there awaiteth 

All those of whom we are so fond. 

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LINES TO LENA 



An August flower tliat blossoms 

Among the Ozark hills 
Of Missouri, with lier songbirds. 

Her waving trees and rills — 
A flower of wondrous beauty 

That ever since its birth 
}Jath scattered fragrant perfume 

To purify the earth. 



GERTRUDE AND GERALDINE 



In the Springtime of my life, 

While yet the flush of girlhood rouged my cheek, 

From out the unfathomable past 

You came forth unto me, my children dear. 

And oh, what joy, what mystery 

Were folded up within your babyhood! 

Warm and soft, and precious as my life, 

I pressed you to my bosom in ecstatic delight, 

Gertrude and Geraldine. 

And every day since then I have thanked 

The giver of all good things for you. 

Looking through the mists of futurity 

He must have seen how much I should need 3'ou: 

For in the strange, changeful life I've led 

You two have stood like beacon lights 

Upon the shore of my earthly existence, 

Gertrude and Geraldine. 

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Or like angels of light, I have beheld you, 

Whose fair white hands have reached me, 

No matter where I have wandered. 

Bereft of all in life but you, dear ones, 

I have lived for you, worked for you, 

And have borne you each day, my loves. 

To the holy shrine of thanksgiving and prayer, 

And there have met with God, 

Gertude and Geraldine. 

You have been my anchor in storm, 

My ligth in darkness, and my hope; 

My comfort, my inspiration, my counselors and guides. 

Your little white hands pressed into mine, 

In confidence, love and trust, 

Have taught me the meaning of faith and trust in God, 

Gertrude and Geraldine. 



Wondrous nature, book divine. 
May thy lessons grand entwine, 
Like sweet tendrils 'round my heart 
And deep holiness impart. 
Let thy inspiration true 
Point the course I should pursue 
And thy laws of truth and right 
Guide me on to realms of light. 



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